Although Stark Industries is wealthy, Parliament advocates for equal exchange. There is no principle that one party should have to make unilateral sacrifices for the other.
Aizen's expression hardened, and he suddenly turned to look in the direction of the Bronze Throne. Seeing Su Han sitting there silently, he immediately nodded slightly, "Chairman, seeing you as always puts my mind at ease."
The others in the Misty Space also realized what was happening and nodded to Su Han one by one.
Even though Su Han seemed indifferent to their respect, it was not a bad thing to maintain a cautious and respectful attitude in the face of such an incredible and great being.
"Ying Zheng, you're ready, aren't you?" Su Han used his power to confirm Ying Zheng's thoughts. Although his words sounded like a question, his tone was very certain.
“Indeed!” Ying Zheng was not surprised. Everything was under the control of the council speaker. Wasn’t that a matter of course?
He carefully chose his words before speaking, "The people who are going to my world this time include Huang Rong, Zhang Sanfeng, Tony Stark, and Conan."
“Of course,” Ying Zheng turned his head and looked deeply in the direction of number ten, noticing that the position that belonged to number ten was currently empty, “there should still be a place reserved for your envoy.”
Su Han nodded slightly, but did not offer any comment.
A small portion of the mist surrounding him dissipated. This mist, seemingly containing immeasurable knowledge and radiating a crimson glow, rapidly coalesced into a realistic illusion at the center of the misty space. It was the scene atop Mount Tai.
"Then, begin your performance!" Su Han uttered the last words.
A dazzling light rippled through the void. Then, Zhang Sanfeng, Huang Rong, and the others were enveloped in brilliant light, all disappearing into that illusory reality.
"Hmm?" Aizen's brows suddenly furrowed. Why hasn't Number 10 appeared yet? This doesn't make sense... No! It would be abnormal if Number 10 had gone.
Aizen suddenly realized something: this ritual was being held to prevent an evil god from invading the world. What would happen if an avatar of an evil god appeared on this sacrificial altar?
Could this directly lead to Ying Zheng being abandoned when he tried to communicate with the heavens, and not being recognized by the so-called heavens?
Accelerator had clearly thought of this as well, his gaze deep. "But if Number Ten doesn't go... Ying Zheng will be in big trouble. Even with Zhang Sanfeng there as a high-end combatant, he's still missing something crucial."
The Speaker's envoy plays a crucial role in the hearts of the council members, acting as a pillar of support. The absence of the Speaker's envoy from this sacrificial ceremony would inevitably cause concern.
Su Han glanced at the people present, noticing the various expressions on their faces, and remained noncommittal.
He knew that the identity he had created, number ten, was not suitable for this occasion, but he had made sufficient preparations beforehand.
He waved his hand. Instantly, a dazzling light erupted from the depths of the misty sky.
Like the first ray of light at the beginning of heaven and earth, it possessed an indescribable radiance and sacredness. It pierced directly into the illusion of reality.
This is the power of Ultraman Tiga within Su Han's body, amplified by his divine authority within the misty space. The divine power it displays is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
Although the radiance flashed across the misty space like a rainbow and disappeared quickly, the misty space remained completely silent at this moment.
Saeko Busujima stared blankly at the realistic illusion, cold sweat beading on her forehead. "What... what was that just now?!"
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Chapter 182 Two Imperial Advisors? Zhao Gao's Panic! (Third Update)
"Light!" Accelerator's pupils widened suddenly, as if he had just realized something. "No, it should be... God!"
Not a world-destroying evil god, but more akin to the gods of various world mythologies. Majestic, sacred, powerful…
Madara Uchiha remained silent, countless thoughts flashing through his mind. He was surprised that he wasn't surprised...
But thinking about it carefully, isn't this quite normal?
It's rather strange that a council chairman, who is above evil gods, would only have evil gods as his subordinates.
Working backward from this, the Speaker of the Council must have orthodox deities under his command who contradict the evil gods.
In the past, these gods didn't need to appear... but now they are needed, so they have appeared.
“But,” Daigo Madoka opened his mouth, “that light just now felt a bit like…”
Daigo didn't say the rest of his words. He felt that the light he had just seen was somewhat like Ultraman Tiga's. But the divine aura that had flashed by was too pure, even purer and more sacred than his own light, truly like the source of all light in the world.
"No, it has a similar essence! But its holiness, and its fleeting strength, far surpasses my Ultra Light... Could it be..." Daigo Madoka suddenly realized something and broke out in a cold sweat.
Could that deity we just saw have come from their world? Or perhaps, had visited their world before?
It's even possible that it was the source of the original light power of Ultraman in their world.
Indeed... that explains it!
After all, the fact that the Speaker of the Council was able to pull him into the mist space likely means that the universe he was in was originally under the Speaker's divine authority.
From this perspective, it makes perfect sense that the Speaker of the Council once had subordinates who became the supreme gods of their world, or even the universe.
As an ancient warrior, Ultraman Tiga might have worshipped this god...
The transformation of darkness into light in Ultraman Tiga, besides being due to the original reason shown by the stars in the story, is also very likely related to the worship of this god... With this connection, everything can be explained.
"What a pity."
Daigo sighed inwardly. He hadn't obtained Tiga's memories, so he couldn't be sure if his judgment was correct.
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Meanwhile, in the world of Qin.
Ying Zheng stood atop Mount Tai, before whom stood a perfectly crafted altar. The altar was not large, but it was inscribed with numerous array patterns and inlaid with various rare jewels and strangely colored objects.
The altar exuded a sense of holiness, yet also an eeriness. It was as if light and darkness were intertwined, creating a peculiar sensory experience for those around it.